When Paul arrived in the morning to pick Katie up, he was thrilled with the result.
"Wow," he exclaimed. "You guys did a very good job on this girl. Ted told me he got a nice moisture bridge when he dropped her off, but look at her now. There's a puddle of wetness underneath her." He smiled at Katie. "How do you feel?"
"So horny I'm practically crawling out of my skin," she replied truthfully.
"Well, hold that thought. You'll get fucked soon enough," said Paul with a wink.
"How about right now?" She knew she was pushing her luck, but it never hurt to ask.
Rick and Paul looked at each other. With a lustful grin on his face, Rick said, "This one is good. I would really appreciate her next time I get a free night."
"It certainly seems like there's some chemistry here," Paul observed. "What do you think, 3Y? Would you like to come back and have Rick fuck you all night?"
Her response is instantaneous. "Yes! When?"
"Soon."
"Now? Tonight?" Katie knew she was practically begging at this point, but she didn't care.
"I don't make the schedules, but I do influence them," said Paul. "I'll see what I can do about getting the two of you hooked up pretty soon." Katie practically squealed with delight. She rolled toward Rick and rubbed her body seductively against his. Rick responded in kind, grabbing her backside and pulling her tighter against him. They kissed passionately until a throat clearing made them look up. Paul was chuckling, watching them. "Go ahead, you two. You can play for a few more moments. I don't mind watching. 3Y, stroke his cock."
Katie started touching Rick's cock, the entire delicious, throbbing length of it. She felt the hardness of it, wanted it between her legs so badly. She smiled and looked to Paul.
"Paul," Katie said seductively, "get some of my pussy juice on your fingers and bring them up to mine. I obviously can't reach down there right now."
Paul eagerly knelt and stuck two fingers between Katie's legs, then brought them up and presented them to her. Katie moistened her pointer finger with her own juice from Paul's fingers and then dabbed it around the head of Rick's hard, throbbing cock. Rick was soon moaning. Pre-cum glistened all over the head of his penis. Katie gathered some and rubbed it on the sensitive underside of his cock and slowly stroked it.
"Mmm... God," Rick moaned. "That feels so good."
Katie couldn't help but moan in response, loving the pulsing of Rick's swollen member in her hand.
"Damn" said Paul as he looked at his watch. "I really hate to stop the show, but it's time to get going. B, I'm sorry, but you need to get your penis away from her." Reluctantly, Rick withdrew and Katie released a sigh of disappointment. Paul smiled understandingly and gave the two time to move apart. "Okay, let's get the walking chains on her. It's time for a tour."
"Tour? What sort of tour?" asked Katie.
"Just a general tour. You'll get to meet some people in accounting, but mostly security."
Katie could smell sex clinging to her skin. "Can't I shower first?"
"Afraid not," Paul explained. "That's not how this works. People want to meet you the way you are. I'm sure you'll get the chance to get cleaned up, but right now, we have to do something a bit out of sequence."
Paul guided Katie into another office. Behind the desk sat a man with dark, shortly-cropped hair the color of burnished iron. There was a faint hint of a scar peeking out from underneath a fuzzy mustache. The scariest and most intimidating facet of this man, however, was the way his ice-blue eyes seemed to stare straight into Katie's soul, making her shiver. She was directed to sit. Paul quickly shackled her wrists to the side of the chair.
"3Y," he said with no sign of his earlier kindness in his voice, "this is Jones. Just Jones. He's the head of security here." He nodded to the man. "Good morning, sir."
There was an awkward pause, then Paul nudged her shoulder and she realized they were waiting for her. "Oh, good morning, sir," murmured Katie.
"There's nothing good about this morning," said Jones coldly. Then, after clearing his throat, he continued, "3Y, from the reports I've read, it seems you're doing well and cooperating. I wanted to meet with you to remind you why it would be wise to continue your cooperation. We at The Mint want you to move through the curriculum and then get out of here as quickly as possible. That's how we make our money. The faster we turn you over, the better."
Jones tapped his fingers menacingly on the desk, drawing Katie's gaze. They were blocky, meaty fingers. The hands of a brute. He leaned forward. "There is absolutely no escape from this place. You cannot connect to any staff here in the hope they could help you. If we saw Paul getting too close to you, he wouldn't be allowed near you ever again. Other than simple direction, you should not have any open communication with my guards. We will be watching. There will be zero opportunity for you to find allies amongst our staff. The only way you will get out of here is through an auction. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand," Katie gulped.
"Good," Jones said, then abruptly, "Now take her away, Paul."
Paul walked Katie down the hall, when they were out of earshot of anyone, she said, "Well, that was scary."
Paul nodded. "He scares me, too. Listen to what he has to say, though. There is no way I can risk learning much about you while he's around. You're right to be scared of him because he has the power to add 'escape risk' to your dossier. If that happens, your value will dramatically decrease at auction, and you'll end up being sold to someone who views it as a challenge. And if they view you as a challenge, they'll rise to the occasion by keeping you on a chain and under constant observation. He'll probably be interviewing you again. His eyes are on all of us. Don't get on the wrong side of Jones."
Paul accompanied Katie down the hall and through a familiar door.
"Hello 3Y," greeted Justine. Nurse Betty was also there. "We've decided you are the perfect one," Justine continued. "Here at The Mint we have a rigorous CQI program."
"CQI?" queried Katie. "Hmm, continuous quality improvement?"
"You got it." Justine smiled. "You've been doing those Kegel exercises. Now we've decided to step that up. You will be this year's model."
"Model?" Katie arched her eyebrows.
"It's a form of speech," said Justine with a wave of her hand. "You're still a human but you're our model, yes. We've decided that we want this year's model to have strengthened vaginal muscles. We've developed a whole regimen that we're going to put you through. Now, the junior and senior girls will get a taste of it as well, but most of the girls still on chains will have some new requirements put on them for passing out of the school. We just don't think we have enough time to tone all the upper class girls to our standards."
"Tone to your standards?" asked Katie.